Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
a cap on his head and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall the power is gone
A in a corner
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm aside
But if I get a car
A to ride
I know if I ever tear living with you

You've got a chain
And you don't know to do!
stop!

You do it
But you don't know what you doin'

You wanna it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if you're
And I don't know you're thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a and soul
I got Saturday night, enough's said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I never a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

You do it
But you don't what you doin' baby

You wanna it,
But you don't what you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't know you're thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we care
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap
Glock and a glove, you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap ain't but an auto toned pitch
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de
Get out, or get duked-duked
hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How it be, some lame, man
Nigga 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better play yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How come blacks play baseball?
white, know y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A language, and the vocals volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't broke it, panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit,
If it ain't this, it dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well hush
Man, they sound
Man, stole yo
Man, they look
it ain't us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so hard to act like we care (I don't care)
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

Flip the page, our are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!